Stick It Page #3

what's your excuse?

Ha, ha, ha. No excuse.

Missed a release move on

high bar, fractured my spine.

No biggie.

When I finally got

the OK to train...

...got back up

on the tramp and,

you know,

things were different.

Threw a layout.

Threw a full. And, uh...

You know what? I'm not

tellin' you this story.

It's not even a story.

It's a nonevent.

Huh. You were scared.

Ow! Ow.

No. I was done.

I know exactly

what that feels like.

You chose to be done.

I didn't choose it,

my body did.

Well, you know,

I think you should get

back on the tramp.

To make sure you

still suck, ya know?

Yeah, no thanks.

Get off that thing and start

workin' skills on floor.

- You gonna be ready soon?

- Yep.

- Yeah? You gonna hurt yourself?

- Probably.

Just as long as you don't

get blood on the equipment.

Too late.

You tackle the guard,

I'll grab Haley.

Why do I have to

tackle the guard? You're bigger.

I'll tackle the warden,

you find Haley.

Oh, now it's a warden.

- Shh!

- What?

Stairs.

May I help you?

May we?

Haley.

Ouch.

- Oh.

- These yours?

- Holy sh*t!

- Damn.

- What are you guys doing here?

- What's up? Cracker.

- Juvy, huh? You call this juvy?

- Hmm.

OK, trust me, Poot, this is

hard time, OK? He's crazy.

- Yeah.

- You've no idea.

We had maneuvers.

Check this out.

OK, boys.

Time to go.

- We're cool. Thanks.

- Yeah.

Come on, even prisons

have visiting hours.

They're scarin' the minivans

outta the moms next door.

Please. Those mommies

were totally hitting on us.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hitting on us?

Mommies and me, dude.

Mommies and me.

It's the devil's candy, boys.

Trust me. Say goodbye.

Whatever. What've

you been doing?

- Probably riding a ton.

- We've got this new location...

Out!

- What's up your butt?

- What'd you say about my butt?

I... Um...

Whatever it is,

it's sideways.

Come on! Out! Out!

Come on!

No, but seriously,

you gotta come with us.

- We found this new, uh...

- I got new...

- Let's go. Come on.

- Whoa, gramps.

Every party needs a Poot

That's why we invited you

party pooper

Let's go.

You suck.

The only reason

I'm doing these tricks

is because somebody

somewhere said,

"I don't care if this is nuts,

and I don't care if it hurts.

I'm doing it.

I'm gonna climb this

insanely high mountain.

Watch me."

When you're the first to climb

a new mountain in gymnastics,

they name it after you.

A Gienger.

A Rulfova.

A Chusovitina.

A Shaposhnikova.

They all rocked.

And we salute you.

Can you imagine making it all the

way to Worlds and walking out?

It's totally insane.

I heard she was tanking her

double pikes in warm-ups.

I think she just choked.

I can hear you...

and I'll kill you.

You're poppin' the clutch.

Losin' traction.

I'm not poppin' sh*t.

Oh, really?

You sure?

I'm so sure

I'm practically deodorant.

You are such

a con artist.

- What?

- Haley...

I'm not the one sellin' tickets

to the Olympic podium.

Why not throw something

you can actually land, hm?

Even better, why not live

to tell about it? Come here.

I'm competing this pass

at the Classic.

- No, you're not.

- Yes, I am.

- No, you're not.

- Yes, I am. Know what?

If you think I'm getting

on the competition floor

with some stupid, watered-down,

cookie-cutter routine,

you are seriously senile.

Have you ever seen

anyone blow a knee?

- No.

- Do you wanna keep it that way,

or should we have an

ambulance on call for ya?

Call 'em up.

Do a handstand. Now.

You're pushin' it.

Let your clutch out slower.

Get some traction.

That way you won't be

fishtailing all over the place.

You won't crash.

- Stop flooring it.

- Way to build trust.

Couldn't resist.

You're poppin' your clutch.

Haley,

I'm not gonna tell ya

to play it safe,

'cause I'd be wasting my time.

You wanna throw hard tricks,

throw hard tricks.

When you wanna control them,

see me. Hmm?

Mat burn.

...World

Championships two years ago.

Team USA was just

one rotation away

from winning the gold medal.

Haley Graham was set

to go for the Americans,

last up on the floor.

Instead, she stunned

her teammates, spectators

and coaches alike by

walking out of the arena

and into an automatic

disqualification.

Why'd she walk out?

Few can forget the image

of teammate Tricia Skilken

crying as her dreams

of gold melted away.

Later this year, at 23,

Tricia will try

to make that World Championship

team one more time,

and win that elusive World

Championship hardware.

How much are these?

Tumble track, ladies.

Come on, warm up.

Ahh. And to what

do we owe this pleasure?

Don't make me say it.

Say what?

I wanna

control my tricks.

What was that?

Did you say something?

I want

to control my tricks.

I'm sorry, I'm having a very

difficult time hearing you.

Right. I'm not...

I know you can hear me.

You can hear me.

- Speak up.

- OK, great.

I want to control my tricks. OK?

Oh, you wanna

learn control.

But you know everything.

What could I possibly show you?

Vick? Can we retire the old

long sleeve competition leos?

I have a constitutional right

to bear arms.

Woo-hoo. Bailey's back.

Joanne, go do

your independent study.

Well, doesn't she

have to homeschool?

Mina?

Tell the foxy moron

I got my GED when I was 15.

Joanne, Haley got her

GED when she was 15.

What's with all

the closed captioning?

OK? I'm not mute.

And GED? What does drunk driving

have to do with school?

I know it's tough.

Chest up if you can manage it.

Tight knees.

Feet above the beam.

Tight. Tight.

Tight knees. Tight.

That's seven.

Come on, just three more

skin the cats, ladies.

Flat hips on those levers.

Aw, come on,

those skin the cats

belong in the litter box,

ladies. Come on. Concentrate.

Get used to this kinda pain.

You know you've

got to endure this.

Elite gymnastics is

like the Navy SEALS, only...

...harder.

We're only a half hour in.

And there are like,

2,000 Navy SEALS,

but there are only

200 elite gymnasts.

I guess that's because

most kids'd rather

have a life than

spend six hours a day

training tricks

that could kill you.

Look, don't be fooled

by the leotards, people.

The things gymnasts do make

Navy SEALS look like wusses.

And we do them without a gun.

Relax your face.

Relax your face.

Relax your face.

Here, here, here.

Relax that.

Your muscles.

Based on progress and

consistency in workouts,

I've selected

the four athletes

who will compete

in the IG Classic.

They are... Lacey...

...Devon...

...Brooke...

...and Joanne.

- What? What about me?

- What about you?

- Our deal?

- Made this selection based on who's ready.

If you were ready,

you'd be on the list.

- You just get to decide?

- Yes.

They get spots handed to them?

What about the rest of us?

I don't like what

you're instimulating.

- "Instimulating"?

- I have totally earned my spot.

- Girls.

- I'm practically a Dalmatian.

Dalmatians are

born with spots.

They don't earn them,

which is exactly my point.

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